Empty House

They say that your house is your home but why do I feel so alone. I sit in this empty house, all day watching all the memories fade away. They say you're meant to be loved but why do I feel so shoved? Shoved away from all the love that needs to be given. They say your house is somewhere you abide. But I’m counting down the days where I leave, when I'm free. They say your family is kind. But I hate them so much it makes me rhyme. They say that your family’s meant to share. But I swear they’re so selfish it makes me want to cry. But losing them is hard to bare I realize that I’ve been the one pushing away for all these years and all these days. Home is a place where you abide. Holding hands side by side. A place where we’re tied with pride. It’s a place where you’re loud and proud. And I think I found my crowd.